Jessica Fletcher, the widowed detective of Murder She Wrote (1984-1996), extended the Mary Worth tradition of kindly meddling to the criminal scene.

In the end, nothing that dramatic happened, but after our night together, everything became imbued with what I now see as a certain fatedness.

With that he took off his great-coat, and having run his fingers through his hair, thrust one hand gently in the bosom of his waistcoat

I was slaving all day over a hot stove.